Borrowed Sand

Name: Borrowed Sand
Duration: 196 s
Description: Borrowed Sand by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Limestone don't care about the view from the top Water don't need permission, it just finds the spot…”

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Borrowed Sand lyrics

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Intro

The palms ain't from here The sand gets trucked in The money got here yesterday The ground been waiting

Verse 1

Island got gates and a golf course that look like Dubai Billionaires stacking next door like it's a game they can't lose Crypto kids hit a coin and the tab hit two hundred K Bottle girls march with sparklers while the whole room look away Clinic got a line for the lift, two a day on the clock Doctor streaming the work while the body count don't stop Construction cranes swing over blocks they pushed inland Wage theft smile on the boss, "we'll get you when we can" The painter on the scaffold twenty years, no harness, lost two Same towers going up while the balconies already through

Pre-chorus

Limestone don't care about the view from the top Water don't need permission, it just finds the spot High ground getting bought while the low ground get squeezed King tide coming and it don't check your lease

Chorus

Borrowed sand Don't hold when the water rise Borrowed sand The bunker got walls but the ground don't lie Borrowed sand Everything imported, even the dream Borrowed sand The flood don't care about the scheme

Verse 2

Content house humming twenty four seven on the hill Chatting for the bag while the real connection stay still New money snap fingers, old money worked the years Both end up renting the same piece of fear Liberty City still double the national crime Overtown got the history, now it's the front line The twelve story fell in the night, ninety eight gone Insurance tripled while the cranes keep rolling on The sand on the beach get replaced every few hours The real beach keep washing, the image stay sour

Bridge

I watched the image sell the soul of the place Stage set pretty but the script got erased The sand keep washing, the palms ain't native The money loud but the silence is louder, invasive One day the high ground won't be high enough When the simulation flood, who stays, who run

Chorus

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